[fic] There For You | MCR | Gerard/Mikey
Title: There For You (Can’t Stand To See Your Face)
Fandom: [Bandom] My Chemical Romance
Characters/Pairing: Waycest
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Drug Abuse, Mature Language
Word Count: 2,655
Disclaimer: The government, schools and parents lie to you, why shouldn’t I?
Summary: Mikey has an all too familiar wake up call that he can never turn away…
A/N: Okay, so this was written for a smut contest between me and two of my friends. I couldn’t think of anything to write about and then I saw my MCR Black Parade CD and it hit me. Waycest ♥
After this, I promise I’ll stop abusing poor Gerard, I’m glad he’s clean ^^
It wasn’t the first time Mikey Way was in bed and nearly asleep when a ferocious pounding on his door jolted him suddenly awake. At first he thought it was his imagination freaking him out. It wouldn’t be unusual since a storm had kicked up.
Then it came again and he knew he wasn’t dreaming. With a groan he pushed himself up and crawled out of bed. He stumbled his way through his apartment, knowing as the knock came a third time that it was his older brother pounding on his door.
“What?” he demanded, thoroughly angered as he threw open the door.
Gerard stared at him with puppy eyes through his lashes. His short white hair was plastered to his terribly pale skin and his clothes were soaked through.
“Can I come in?”
“No.” Mikey growled, hating the sight of his brother. He had gone to such lengths for Black Parade that his skin tone bothered him to no end. He looked like a ghost.
It didn’t help that Gerard’s eyes looked sunken, as if he hadn’t slept in a couple of days.
“Please Michael, I have no where else…” Gerard begged, looking closer and closer to a collapse as he stood in the brightly lit hallway. The fluorescent bulbs only added to his pale complexion and Mikey sighed. He opened the door wide and stood aside so his brother could enter.
“You’re the best brother,” Gerard sighed with relief as he kicked off his shoes and Mikey closed the door behind him.
“Yeah yeah,” Mikey grumbled, kicking Gerard’s shoes out of the way as he stormed past the older man into his living room.
“I know,” Gerard sighed, “I’m horrible.”
“I fucking told you not to hang out with fucking Pete Wentz.”
“It’s not Pete’s fault, okay!” Gerard snapped bitterly, “He’s…he’s not as bad as me.”
“Well, as long as you know how fucking deep you’re in,” Mikey sighed, unable to come up with any other argument. Gerard was giving those big puppy eyes again.
The brothers stood, facing each other for moments before Gerard was jumping forward, scared by the sudden crash of thunder that all but rattled Mikey’s walls.
“Why can’t you go home?” Mikey whispered against Gerard’s ear as he was suddenly attached to him. “Why can’t your wife help you? Why do you have to hurt me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gerard replied sadly, “But you’ve always kept my bad secrets the best.”
“That’s because I’m your worst secret,” Mikey muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing. Look, you’re soaking wet bro, let’s get you into something warmer before you get sick…er,” he added as an almost after thought.
Gerard looked dejected as he followed his younger brother through the apartment. He knew he was bad, but Mikey didn’t have to rub it in. But maybe it was better that he did.
“I love you, you know that right?”
“Yeah, and you have a real good way of showing it,” Mikey replied bitterly as he headed to his closet to find his brother a clean pair of pajama pants.
“Really Mikey, I do.” Gerard said. Mikey hadn’t been aware that he had moved until he felt the cold skin of Gerard’s hands on his bare sides. Mikey gasped and jumped in surprise, wheeling around so quickly he lost his balance. Gerard was fast to nab his younger brother around his waist and pull him close.
“Gerard,” Mikey sighed, trying to keep his voice steady, but he knew his brother heard the slight crack, if the sudden smirk was any indication.
“Yeah?”
Mikey didn’t like the husky tone Gerard’s voice suddenly took.
“Don’t.” Mikey growled, finding his voice again and trying to push away from his brother, “You’re fucking high. I mean, you’re always fucking high. And it pisses me off.” Mikey managed to struggle away and threw a pair of pajama pants at him.
Gerard caught them as they tried to wrap themselves around his face.
“I’m not always high Mike.” He whimpered.
“Fuck you. Sleep on the couch.” Mikey snapped. He wheeled around and marched to his bed. Of course it was not easy for him to try and take up all of it to make Gerard move. He had gotten a queen for these nights, but now he was regretting it.
Gerard didn’t move, holding the crumpled plaid pants in one hand, staring at Mikey who only glared back.
“Mikey…”
“Couch.”
“I’m sorry,” Gerard whimpered taking a step forward. Mikey swiftly looked away.
“C’mon, bro.” Gerard tried again, moving closer to the bed. Mikey snuggled himself into a ball, wrapping his blankets tightly around himself. He felt the bed dip near the foot and he knew Gerard was going to try and worm his way in. He always did. And Mikey knew he’d cave in, but it never stopped him from trying.
“Michael…” Gerard whispered, pulling lightly on the blankets, “Mikey.”
Mikey growled and pulled the blankets tighter around himself. He felt Gerard tug at it a few more times before he seemed to give up. When Mikey chanced a peek at him, he was sitting cross legged at the end of the bed, struggling to get his wet shirt off over his head.
“Gerard, are you having problems?”
“Yes,” Gerard said as he managed to pull the shirt off, “Oh. Nope.”
“Good, then couch. Now.”
“But I’m all cold,” Gerard whimpered. And Mikey figured that wasn’t a far stretch from the truth. When Gerard came down from a high, his skin chilled, and add in the fact that he was still sitting in wet jeans he was bound to be a little more than freezing.
Mikey sighed and detangled himself from his blankets as he sat up.
“Get in those fucking pajama’s and get your ass under these covers before I change my mind, you fucking prick.”
“I’ll show you a fucking prick…” Gerard mumbled as he struggled out of his wet and tighter than normal pants. He finally managed to get them off and then proceeded to attempt his way into the pajamas. Finally he managed and crawled over to Mikey. Mikey had lain back down and lifted his arm, with the blanket and waited for Gerard.
It was mere seconds before Gerard was curled against Mikey’s side, sending shivers down the younger man’s spine.
“God! You’re fucking freezing bro,” Mikey growled, wrapping his arm around Gerard’s shoulder and wrapping the blanket around him.
“It happens,” Gerard sighed into Mikey’s neck, moving his head up as he did so, running his nose along his brother’s throat until he ended with a soft kiss on Mikey’s jaw.
“No Gee,”
“No what?” Gerard muttered, stretching and pushing himself closer against Mikey.
“No to this. You can stay, but only because you feel like fucking ice. Only because you’re dangerous to yourself when you’re coming off a high. And only because you’re my brother. Nothing else, got it.”
“Okay,” Gerard purred, continuing to place feather kisses along Mikey’s jaw and throat. Mikey growled threateningly, and Gerard only grinned and added a nip to his kisses.
“Gerard!” Mikey snapped, trying to struggle away from his older brother.
“Mike.” Gerard retorted, pushing his brother onto his back. “You told me once when we have nothing else, we have each other.”
“Yeah, and I think I was high that night too.”
“Babe, you’ve always got me, and I know that. And I love that about you baby bro.”
Mikey ran his hands down Gerard’s arms, pausing briefly at the track marks. “If I don’t,” he whispered, “no one else will. And I’m afraid for you.”
“I’m really sorry about that.”
“Just shut up already. You always get your way anyways, so might as well get it over with…”
“I love you,” Gerard whispered leaning down to capture Mikey’s lips, “I’ll always love you.” His lips trailed to Mikey’s earlobe, “And I’ll always be yours, bro.”
Then he bit down viciously onto Mikey’s neck, making his brother cry out in intermingling pleasure and pain. Mikey clung to Gerard’s biceps as his neck was continuously attacked, arching up against him.
“Fuck! Gee!” Mikey growled angrily, digging his nails into Gerard’s arms.
“My…Mikey,” Gerard purred between pants. He ground his hips against the slightly smaller frame beneath him. Mikey cried out, letting his head roll to the side.
Gerard relented his attack on Mikey’s neck and trailed kisses along his chest.
“God damnit Gerard,” Mikey sighed, wanting to push him away but not finding the strength.
“You know bro…” Gerard whispered as he nibbled gently on Mikey’s nipples, “You were my first.”
“Yeah, I know.” Mikey grumbled as he slid his hands across the span of Gerard’s back, “You never fail to remind me…”
“High as a kite,” Gerard reminded him as his kisses trailed further down his lean chest.
“It’s the only way you’ll…ah…” Mikey cut off as Gerard roughly pulled his pants around his knees and let his tongue roll lazily across the head of his erection. “Fuck!”
“Soon,” Gerard grinned, “But never soon enough for you.”
He let his tongue glide down the length of Mikey’s shaft, enjoying the shuddering moan his younger brother released. Then he kissed his way back up and then slowly took Mikey in his mouth.
“God fucking damnit Gerard,” Mikey hissed, letting his hands tangle into the damp, snow white hair. He got a moan in return that sent chills up his spine.
Everything about this was so very fucking wrong, and just that thought alone made this much more delectable to Gerard, it always had. And no matter how high or how sober he was, or how many nameless fucks he had, Mikey was always his favorite. He was the only source of consistency in Gerard’s random and unorganized life.
Gerard hollowed his already sunken cheeks and let out a deep and long hum, sending Mikey into a frenzy. He cried out, arching up as far as his body would let him stretch. Gerard let his hands press down and move up Mikey’s chest, then dragging them back down, letting his nails drag across his skin.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Mikey’s moan escalated into another cry, tugging harshly at Gerard’s hair.
“Ah,” Gerard growled, raising his head away from Mikey. “Now, you’re supposed to be the gentle one Mikey…” he scolded playfully.
“Fuck you,” Mikey growled back. Gerard only smiled, sitting back on his knees to pull Mikey’s pants all the way off.
“Why do you always sound so bitter?” Gerard asked thoughtfully as he let his hands slide down his own chest and under the hem of his pants.
“Why do you only fuck me when you’re high?”
“I’m married brother,”
“I was you’re first true love though, remember?”
“Hmmm,” Gerard grinned as his eyes fluttered lazily shut. He began to stroke his own erection. “My first and only bro. Forever and always.”
“You’re fucking cold,” Mikey spat.
“Warm me up,” Gerard replied, opening his eyes with a playful smirk. He began to sway his hips slowly as he inched his pants down his hips.
Mikey hated this, but it was all he lived for. He loved his brother more than anything else in the world.
“Then get down here already,” Mike sighed. Gerard grinned. He always knew how to sooth his brother’s anger. He quickly stripped himself and lowered himself over Mikey.
“Fuck, Mike.” Gerard breathed, pressing their foreheads together, “Anyone tell you how beautiful you are?”
“Yeah, you. About every fucking day of my life since I was 6.”
“Just making sure.” Gerard smirked, leaning down to kiss his brother, capturing his lips and parting them messily. But Mikey didn’t care. His favorite kisses from Gerard were the sloppy ones. Only he got the sloppy, carefree kisses. They were his.
“God, since when do you go slow?” Mikey growled, rather impatient.
“Since I realized how much you mean to me.”
“Oh fuck you and you’re sentimental crap Gee,” Mikey all but whimpered as Gerard sucked on his earlobe.
“You’ve been saying a lot of fuck yous, little bro.” Gerard growled, reaching towards the bed side table for some lube, “But aren’t I usually the one fucking you?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mikey gasped as Gerard bit down on his neck again with a chuckle. He let out a few more choked gasps as Gerard lubed up his fingers and circled around his hole.
“I love those sounds you make babe,” Gerard purred, “And I’m not doing that much to you tonight.”
“Just…just stop talking, okay.” Mikey moaned, bringing his knees up to give Gerard better access.
“Okay,” Gerard agreed, “But I can’t promise…”
He trailed his fingers away from Mikey’s ass and up his cock, smiling at the shuddering moans he was drawing out of his part time lover.
“Knees up pretty boy,” Gerard purred, lifting the younger man’s legs and hooking them up over his shoulders. “I want to see your face tonight.”
“Oh fuck!” Mikey cried as Gerard slammed into him. “Not so rough!”
“Don’t you like rough babe?” Gerard growled with a feral grin as he nipped at Mikey’s lower lip. “I coulda swore those were screams of pleasure…I coulda swore you loved rough…”
“Fuck you and fuck your drugs,” Mikey grabbed roughly onto the crook of Gerard’s elbow, knowing he’d wince from the pressure on his track marks, “And you’re fucking cold heart that freezes your fucking skin.”
Gerard was pounding into him now.
“And fuck your damn white hair and fuck you and fuck you choosing her over me! And fuck me harder god damnit!” Mikey was all but screaming, his hands flying from Gerard’s arms to his back, pulling him closer, angling him deeper. He moaned long and low, throwing his head back and arching up to meet Gerard’s thrusts.
Gerard held himself up with one arm, cradling Gerard’s head in his hand. With the other he reached down between them, taking firm hold at the base of Mikey’s cock, squeezing hard. Mikey cried out, scratching deep into Gerard’s back, leaving deep red marks in his wake.
“Keep talking to me babe,” Gerard moaned as he kissed and nipped at Mikey’s lips. “I want to hear that sexy sexy voice of yours…”
“God, your aim fucking sucks Gee…” Mikey moaned against Gerard’s mouth.
“How bout now bro?” Gerard asked, shifting his angle.
“Fuck, yes.” Mikey hissed, “So much fucking better. Improved a hundred fucking fold.”
“I thought so.” Gerard growled playfully. “Now sing for me babe, with that pretty little voice I gave you.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, pulling on Mikey’s cock and adding a twist at the head.
“Oh…oh fuck! Gerard!” Mikey cried, arching and falling and repeating the process. One hand flew to the sheets, bunching them into his hand. He bit his lip and threw his head back as Gerard nipped at his jaw and throat. Once again he bit down on Mikey’s neck, sending him over the edge. He came crying and moaning his brother’s name, loving how wrong it was but how right it sounded.
“Yes, that’s right babe. Sing for me, sing my name…” Gerard sighed, increasing the pace of his thrusts, letting his head drop. Mikey reached up and nibbled on his ear and then bottom lip.
“Now you, fucker,” Mikey growled, pulling tight on Gerard once again and biting so hard on his shoulder it drew blood.
Gerard came, gasping inaudible words that Mikey figured to be ‘you little fucker’ before collapsing. Mikey wiggled slightly to get his knees off of his brother’s shoulders.
“You’re a fucking prick,”
“I know,” Gerard sighed, rolling off Mikey and snuggling to Mikey’s side, “But I’m yours and your mine. Guess that makes you a bit of a prick too, don’t it.”
“Shut up.” Mikey growled.
“Can’t make promises babe,” Gerard purred, running his nose along Mikey’s throat to place a soft kiss on his jaw. Then he went to sleep.
Fin.
Fandom: [Bandom] My Chemical Romance
Characters/Pairing: Waycest
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Drug Abuse, Mature Language
Word Count: 2,655
Disclaimer: The government, schools and parents lie to you, why shouldn’t I?
Summary: Mikey has an all too familiar wake up call that he can never turn away…
A/N: Okay, so this was written for a smut contest between me and two of my friends. I couldn’t think of anything to write about and then I saw my MCR Black Parade CD and it hit me. Waycest ♥
After this, I promise I’ll stop abusing poor Gerard, I’m glad he’s clean ^^
It wasn’t the first time Mikey Way was in bed and nearly asleep when a ferocious pounding on his door jolted him suddenly awake. At first he thought it was his imagination freaking him out. It wouldn’t be unusual since a storm had kicked up.
Then it came again and he knew he wasn’t dreaming. With a groan he pushed himself up and crawled out of bed. He stumbled his way through his apartment, knowing as the knock came a third time that it was his older brother pounding on his door.
“What?” he demanded, thoroughly angered as he threw open the door.
Gerard stared at him with puppy eyes through his lashes. His short white hair was plastered to his terribly pale skin and his clothes were soaked through.
“Can I come in?”
“No.” Mikey growled, hating the sight of his brother. He had gone to such lengths for Black Parade that his skin tone bothered him to no end. He looked like a ghost.
It didn’t help that Gerard’s eyes looked sunken, as if he hadn’t slept in a couple of days.
“Please Michael, I have no where else…” Gerard begged, looking closer and closer to a collapse as he stood in the brightly lit hallway. The fluorescent bulbs only added to his pale complexion and Mikey sighed. He opened the door wide and stood aside so his brother could enter.
“You’re the best brother,” Gerard sighed with relief as he kicked off his shoes and Mikey closed the door behind him.
“Yeah yeah,” Mikey grumbled, kicking Gerard’s shoes out of the way as he stormed past the older man into his living room.
“I know,” Gerard sighed, “I’m horrible.”
“I fucking told you not to hang out with fucking Pete Wentz.”
“It’s not Pete’s fault, okay!” Gerard snapped bitterly, “He’s…he’s not as bad as me.”
“Well, as long as you know how fucking deep you’re in,” Mikey sighed, unable to come up with any other argument. Gerard was giving those big puppy eyes again.
The brothers stood, facing each other for moments before Gerard was jumping forward, scared by the sudden crash of thunder that all but rattled Mikey’s walls.
“Why can’t you go home?” Mikey whispered against Gerard’s ear as he was suddenly attached to him. “Why can’t your wife help you? Why do you have to hurt me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gerard replied sadly, “But you’ve always kept my bad secrets the best.”
“That’s because I’m your worst secret,” Mikey muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing. Look, you’re soaking wet bro, let’s get you into something warmer before you get sick…er,” he added as an almost after thought.
Gerard looked dejected as he followed his younger brother through the apartment. He knew he was bad, but Mikey didn’t have to rub it in. But maybe it was better that he did.
“I love you, you know that right?”
“Yeah, and you have a real good way of showing it,” Mikey replied bitterly as he headed to his closet to find his brother a clean pair of pajama pants.
“Really Mikey, I do.” Gerard said. Mikey hadn’t been aware that he had moved until he felt the cold skin of Gerard’s hands on his bare sides. Mikey gasped and jumped in surprise, wheeling around so quickly he lost his balance. Gerard was fast to nab his younger brother around his waist and pull him close.
“Gerard,” Mikey sighed, trying to keep his voice steady, but he knew his brother heard the slight crack, if the sudden smirk was any indication.
“Yeah?”
Mikey didn’t like the husky tone Gerard’s voice suddenly took.
“Don’t.” Mikey growled, finding his voice again and trying to push away from his brother, “You’re fucking high. I mean, you’re always fucking high. And it pisses me off.” Mikey managed to struggle away and threw a pair of pajama pants at him.
Gerard caught them as they tried to wrap themselves around his face.
“I’m not always high Mike.” He whimpered.
“Fuck you. Sleep on the couch.” Mikey snapped. He wheeled around and marched to his bed. Of course it was not easy for him to try and take up all of it to make Gerard move. He had gotten a queen for these nights, but now he was regretting it.
Gerard didn’t move, holding the crumpled plaid pants in one hand, staring at Mikey who only glared back.
“Mikey…”
“Couch.”
“I’m sorry,” Gerard whimpered taking a step forward. Mikey swiftly looked away.
“C’mon, bro.” Gerard tried again, moving closer to the bed. Mikey snuggled himself into a ball, wrapping his blankets tightly around himself. He felt the bed dip near the foot and he knew Gerard was going to try and worm his way in. He always did. And Mikey knew he’d cave in, but it never stopped him from trying.
“Michael…” Gerard whispered, pulling lightly on the blankets, “Mikey.”
Mikey growled and pulled the blankets tighter around himself. He felt Gerard tug at it a few more times before he seemed to give up. When Mikey chanced a peek at him, he was sitting cross legged at the end of the bed, struggling to get his wet shirt off over his head.
“Gerard, are you having problems?”
“Yes,” Gerard said as he managed to pull the shirt off, “Oh. Nope.”
“Good, then couch. Now.”
“But I’m all cold,” Gerard whimpered. And Mikey figured that wasn’t a far stretch from the truth. When Gerard came down from a high, his skin chilled, and add in the fact that he was still sitting in wet jeans he was bound to be a little more than freezing.
Mikey sighed and detangled himself from his blankets as he sat up.
“Get in those fucking pajama’s and get your ass under these covers before I change my mind, you fucking prick.”
“I’ll show you a fucking prick…” Gerard mumbled as he struggled out of his wet and tighter than normal pants. He finally managed to get them off and then proceeded to attempt his way into the pajamas. Finally he managed and crawled over to Mikey. Mikey had lain back down and lifted his arm, with the blanket and waited for Gerard.
It was mere seconds before Gerard was curled against Mikey’s side, sending shivers down the younger man’s spine.
“God! You’re fucking freezing bro,” Mikey growled, wrapping his arm around Gerard’s shoulder and wrapping the blanket around him.
“It happens,” Gerard sighed into Mikey’s neck, moving his head up as he did so, running his nose along his brother’s throat until he ended with a soft kiss on Mikey’s jaw.
“No Gee,”
“No what?” Gerard muttered, stretching and pushing himself closer against Mikey.
“No to this. You can stay, but only because you feel like fucking ice. Only because you’re dangerous to yourself when you’re coming off a high. And only because you’re my brother. Nothing else, got it.”
“Okay,” Gerard purred, continuing to place feather kisses along Mikey’s jaw and throat. Mikey growled threateningly, and Gerard only grinned and added a nip to his kisses.
“Gerard!” Mikey snapped, trying to struggle away from his older brother.
“Mike.” Gerard retorted, pushing his brother onto his back. “You told me once when we have nothing else, we have each other.”
“Yeah, and I think I was high that night too.”
“Babe, you’ve always got me, and I know that. And I love that about you baby bro.”
Mikey ran his hands down Gerard’s arms, pausing briefly at the track marks. “If I don’t,” he whispered, “no one else will. And I’m afraid for you.”
“I’m really sorry about that.”
“Just shut up already. You always get your way anyways, so might as well get it over with…”
“I love you,” Gerard whispered leaning down to capture Mikey’s lips, “I’ll always love you.” His lips trailed to Mikey’s earlobe, “And I’ll always be yours, bro.”
Then he bit down viciously onto Mikey’s neck, making his brother cry out in intermingling pleasure and pain. Mikey clung to Gerard’s biceps as his neck was continuously attacked, arching up against him.
“Fuck! Gee!” Mikey growled angrily, digging his nails into Gerard’s arms.
“My…Mikey,” Gerard purred between pants. He ground his hips against the slightly smaller frame beneath him. Mikey cried out, letting his head roll to the side.
Gerard relented his attack on Mikey’s neck and trailed kisses along his chest.
“God damnit Gerard,” Mikey sighed, wanting to push him away but not finding the strength.
“You know bro…” Gerard whispered as he nibbled gently on Mikey’s nipples, “You were my first.”
“Yeah, I know.” Mikey grumbled as he slid his hands across the span of Gerard’s back, “You never fail to remind me…”
“High as a kite,” Gerard reminded him as his kisses trailed further down his lean chest.
“It’s the only way you’ll…ah…” Mikey cut off as Gerard roughly pulled his pants around his knees and let his tongue roll lazily across the head of his erection. “Fuck!”
“Soon,” Gerard grinned, “But never soon enough for you.”
He let his tongue glide down the length of Mikey’s shaft, enjoying the shuddering moan his younger brother released. Then he kissed his way back up and then slowly took Mikey in his mouth.
“God fucking damnit Gerard,” Mikey hissed, letting his hands tangle into the damp, snow white hair. He got a moan in return that sent chills up his spine.
Everything about this was so very fucking wrong, and just that thought alone made this much more delectable to Gerard, it always had. And no matter how high or how sober he was, or how many nameless fucks he had, Mikey was always his favorite. He was the only source of consistency in Gerard’s random and unorganized life.
Gerard hollowed his already sunken cheeks and let out a deep and long hum, sending Mikey into a frenzy. He cried out, arching up as far as his body would let him stretch. Gerard let his hands press down and move up Mikey’s chest, then dragging them back down, letting his nails drag across his skin.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Mikey’s moan escalated into another cry, tugging harshly at Gerard’s hair.
“Ah,” Gerard growled, raising his head away from Mikey. “Now, you’re supposed to be the gentle one Mikey…” he scolded playfully.
“Fuck you,” Mikey growled back. Gerard only smiled, sitting back on his knees to pull Mikey’s pants all the way off.
“Why do you always sound so bitter?” Gerard asked thoughtfully as he let his hands slide down his own chest and under the hem of his pants.
“Why do you only fuck me when you’re high?”
“I’m married brother,”
“I was you’re first true love though, remember?”
“Hmmm,” Gerard grinned as his eyes fluttered lazily shut. He began to stroke his own erection. “My first and only bro. Forever and always.”
“You’re fucking cold,” Mikey spat.
“Warm me up,” Gerard replied, opening his eyes with a playful smirk. He began to sway his hips slowly as he inched his pants down his hips.
Mikey hated this, but it was all he lived for. He loved his brother more than anything else in the world.
“Then get down here already,” Mike sighed. Gerard grinned. He always knew how to sooth his brother’s anger. He quickly stripped himself and lowered himself over Mikey.
“Fuck, Mike.” Gerard breathed, pressing their foreheads together, “Anyone tell you how beautiful you are?”
“Yeah, you. About every fucking day of my life since I was 6.”
“Just making sure.” Gerard smirked, leaning down to kiss his brother, capturing his lips and parting them messily. But Mikey didn’t care. His favorite kisses from Gerard were the sloppy ones. Only he got the sloppy, carefree kisses. They were his.
“God, since when do you go slow?” Mikey growled, rather impatient.
“Since I realized how much you mean to me.”
“Oh fuck you and you’re sentimental crap Gee,” Mikey all but whimpered as Gerard sucked on his earlobe.
“You’ve been saying a lot of fuck yous, little bro.” Gerard growled, reaching towards the bed side table for some lube, “But aren’t I usually the one fucking you?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mikey gasped as Gerard bit down on his neck again with a chuckle. He let out a few more choked gasps as Gerard lubed up his fingers and circled around his hole.
“I love those sounds you make babe,” Gerard purred, “And I’m not doing that much to you tonight.”
“Just…just stop talking, okay.” Mikey moaned, bringing his knees up to give Gerard better access.
“Okay,” Gerard agreed, “But I can’t promise…”
He trailed his fingers away from Mikey’s ass and up his cock, smiling at the shuddering moans he was drawing out of his part time lover.
“Knees up pretty boy,” Gerard purred, lifting the younger man’s legs and hooking them up over his shoulders. “I want to see your face tonight.”
“Oh fuck!” Mikey cried as Gerard slammed into him. “Not so rough!”
“Don’t you like rough babe?” Gerard growled with a feral grin as he nipped at Mikey’s lower lip. “I coulda swore those were screams of pleasure…I coulda swore you loved rough…”
“Fuck you and fuck your drugs,” Mikey grabbed roughly onto the crook of Gerard’s elbow, knowing he’d wince from the pressure on his track marks, “And you’re fucking cold heart that freezes your fucking skin.”
Gerard was pounding into him now.
“And fuck your damn white hair and fuck you and fuck you choosing her over me! And fuck me harder god damnit!” Mikey was all but screaming, his hands flying from Gerard’s arms to his back, pulling him closer, angling him deeper. He moaned long and low, throwing his head back and arching up to meet Gerard’s thrusts.
Gerard held himself up with one arm, cradling Gerard’s head in his hand. With the other he reached down between them, taking firm hold at the base of Mikey’s cock, squeezing hard. Mikey cried out, scratching deep into Gerard’s back, leaving deep red marks in his wake.
“Keep talking to me babe,” Gerard moaned as he kissed and nipped at Mikey’s lips. “I want to hear that sexy sexy voice of yours…”
“God, your aim fucking sucks Gee…” Mikey moaned against Gerard’s mouth.
“How bout now bro?” Gerard asked, shifting his angle.
“Fuck, yes.” Mikey hissed, “So much fucking better. Improved a hundred fucking fold.”
“I thought so.” Gerard growled playfully. “Now sing for me babe, with that pretty little voice I gave you.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, pulling on Mikey’s cock and adding a twist at the head.
“Oh…oh fuck! Gerard!” Mikey cried, arching and falling and repeating the process. One hand flew to the sheets, bunching them into his hand. He bit his lip and threw his head back as Gerard nipped at his jaw and throat. Once again he bit down on Mikey’s neck, sending him over the edge. He came crying and moaning his brother’s name, loving how wrong it was but how right it sounded.
“Yes, that’s right babe. Sing for me, sing my name…” Gerard sighed, increasing the pace of his thrusts, letting his head drop. Mikey reached up and nibbled on his ear and then bottom lip.
“Now you, fucker,” Mikey growled, pulling tight on Gerard once again and biting so hard on his shoulder it drew blood.
Gerard came, gasping inaudible words that Mikey figured to be ‘you little fucker’ before collapsing. Mikey wiggled slightly to get his knees off of his brother’s shoulders.
“You’re a fucking prick,”
“I know,” Gerard sighed, rolling off Mikey and snuggling to Mikey’s side, “But I’m yours and your mine. Guess that makes you a bit of a prick too, don’t it.”
“Shut up.” Mikey growled.
“Can’t make promises babe,” Gerard purred, running his nose along Mikey’s throat to place a soft kiss on his jaw. Then he went to sleep.
Fin.